01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

Wait for it. Wait for it, Sezza.

Here we go. This is me!

Whoo!

MUSIC: Rude Boy
by Rihanna

# Come here, rude boy, boy
Can you get it up?

# Come here, rude boy, boy
Is you big enough? #

Oh, I love that, look at those!

Nan, Kate!

A burka?

Oh, bloody hell, Anthony.
I know, brilliant or what?

Whoo!

Sod this, I'm getting up.

Come here. Here, grab a picture.
Grab a picture!

HE WHOOPS

No way that were a burka, Anthony.
It bloody were. A women's lib burka.

I wrote an essay about it, said it's
diabolical,

women being forced to wear burkas,
so I revolutionised them.

Me tutor failed it,
said it were too extreme.

I said I'm not r*cist,
me stepdad's Muslim, for a start.

Imagine I try put your mother
in burka.

Well, I thought it were a lovely
dress, Anthony, whatever it were.

Ah, thanks, Nan. Right, come on,
I'm taking you lot to Soho.

Well, not tonight, you won't,
sweetheart,

we have got a bus to get home.

Oh, yes. Come on. Let's go.

We made it, come on.
Well done, love. I were so proud.

Shove over, Calvin Klein,
Anthony Walgate's coming!

When'll we see you again?

Any time. You know where I am.
Hey, nowt to stop you

coming up and seeing us
every now and again, you know.

Yeah, there is. It's called Hull.
Anyway, Mum's moving here.

Yeah, well, Sami'll not move
to Hull, will he?

Here, Anthony, son, take that. Take
care, love. Aw, thanks, Sez. Thanks.

And have a belting holiday. You bet.

You be up in good time on Sunday.

Oh, please. Bye, Sez.

Bye!

Love you. Love you too!

HE SINGS TO HIMSELF

Oh, sh*t a brick.

PHONE RINGS

Anthony? I've bolloxed me hair up.

Do you know what time it is?

Just come over and sort it out,
can you?

I... I'm not sure I like this shade.

That's your natural colour.

Why can't I have your colour, China?
Because you'd look like a twat.

PHONE PINGS

Oh. Hello, hello.
Looks like I might have a gig.

Bloody hell, Anth. I'm only doing it
now and then, aren't I?

When funds are low. There are other
ways of making money.

What, like you two, handing out
leaflets on Oxford Street

for a fiver an hour? This is money
for old rope. It's risky,

not knowing who you're hooking up
with until you get there.

You were bricking it
that first time.

Piece of piss in the end, though.

But suppose you met someone,
got into a relationship.

What, like, when I'm 60?

No, seriously.
You'd have to quit then.

Oh, my God.
This one's offering me 800 quid.

You are kidding. Who is it?

Says his name's Joe Dean.

Jesus Christ,
he's no oil painting, is he?

Yeah, for 800 quid, who cares?
And 28, my arse. 40, more like.

Yeah, so? I told him I'm 18
cos he's into twinks.

And Barking? How can someone from
Barking afford 800 quid?

Yeah, no offence,
if he's got that kind of money,

he'd go for high class.

Oi! I'm high class.
I will ask him, though.

"You got that kinda money,

"how come you live in a sh*thole?"

Seriously, Anth, I'd give him a
miss.

Wait, wait, wait, he's answering.

PHONE PINGS

"Don't live Barking.

"House-sitting for mate
who gone South Africa."

It just sounds dodgy to me.

Anyway, you decide to do it,
do the usual.

Let us know when and where before
and that you're OK after.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on. Have you got the keys?
Come on, get your arses in gear.

All right, shut up,
Paul. Have you got your passport?

You had. No, I didn't. I had mine.

If you've left it in Essex,
I will bloody k*ll you.

Oh, you idiot. Come on!

Mum. Hold on.

For tomorrow.
Oh. Where's me flowers?

Thought you'd get me garage flowers
for me birthday.

I would have done
if you'd stopped in Hull.

PHONE CHIMES

SHE SIGHS

Prick.

PHONE RINGS OUT

Ambulance, what's the address of
the emergency?

Cooke Street.

There's a young boy,
looks like he's collapsed outside.

Outside of which number?

160-168.

What area?

Barking. Looks like he's had
a seizure or something or,

or just drunk.
I was just driving past.

OK, what number are you
calling from?

CALLER HANGS UP

Hello? Hello?

OPERATOR REDIALS, LINE RINGS OUT

Hello, we got cut off there.

Can you confirm the location,
please?

You said 160 Cooke Street before?

Yeah, sorry, yeah, 160.

You said you were driving past

and you saw the patient
lying there?

Yeah, I was just... I was just
driving out of my car park.

Oh, your car park's there?

Yeah, and I got out of my car,
had a look at him,

called you and got back in my car.

OK, thanks for letting us know.

We'll get someone there
as soon as we can.

Come in, come in.

I'll never get it, Sami.

Try! I'm trying.

HE SINGS

Come on, you can do better!

Bollocks I can!

This is beautiful.

Only the best for my wife.
I'm gonna show you more dance now.

Sami! What are you doing?

No,
but this dance makes this go off.

SHE LAUGHS

Whereabouts? Just inside on the
right, around the corner. Thanks.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

MORE KNOCKING, INNER DOOR OPENS

Stephen Port? Yes.

Met Police. Barking and Dagenham.

A 999 call was made by a mobile

registered to you at this address.
Was it you?

Yeah.

May I come in?

Yeah, I was coming back
from my night shift

and, er, I just saw him lying
there.

And where do you work, sir?

Bus depot, West Ham. I'm a cook.

Thought he must have had too much
to drink,

you know, a seizure or something.

And did you recognise the man at
all? No. Never seen him before.

And did he appear
to be dead or alive?

Alive, I thought. Alive?

Yeah. He was making noises.

So I sort of jogged him, see if I
could make him come round.

Er, he didn't.
So I moved him a bit.

You moved him?

Yeah, I just sort of propped him
against the wall.

Why did you do that?

Just thought it would be
a better position

for coming round and that.

I see.

And after that?

Er, called 999 and, er, I came
inside.

I was knackered.

So I went straight to sleep

and, er, next thing I know,
you're knocking.

Anthony? Are you there?

PHONE RINGS

Any luck? No. I've been knocking
and knocking. Tried calling him.

If his phone was inside, I'd hear
that stupid ringtone, wouldn't I?

Yeah, unless his battery's died.

He'd have charged it, Kiera.
It's been two days.

I think we should report it.

Yeah, OK.

What's the name, please?

Anthony Walgate.

W-A-L-G-A-T-E.

Do you have his home address?

He lives in a flat above here,
number 61.

That's handy.

If you need a copper.

What is it?

A person by that name's been found.

Found?

Found dead.

SHE RINGS DOORBELL

Hiya. Is, er, Sarah Sak in?

No, I'm Sarah's sister.

Right, sorry, this is the address
I was given for her.

Yeah, she did live here for a while.

She's on holiday in Turkey.
Can I help?

Well, it's about her son.

Sarah. Yeah, it's me again. Can you
call me back when you get this?

Oh, God, it's Tom.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hiya, Tom.

We were about to come round.

It's all right. I know.
At least. I think I do.

What do you mean? Copper come round.

She said, "We've had a message
through

"to say your brother
Anthony's dead."

Brother? I said, "I haven't got
a brother called Anthony.

"I've got a son by that name."

She said, "Well, it'll be him,
then."

Jesus. Where's Sarah? She's away
with Sami.

I can't get hold of her.
What else did the police tell you?

Just that... a member of the public
had found him dead.

Yeah. That's what she told us.

I'm Detective Sergeant O'Donnell

and this is DC Slaymaker of Barking
and Dagenham CID.

I believe you, er,
knew the deceased?

He was my mate, yeah.

Right, come on.

Where did you get a key?

Er, landlord.

Do you want to set up there? Yeah.

So I understand Anthony went
to Barking to meet someone?

It's An-thon-y. And, yeah, he did.

This guy called Joe Dean,

he'd contacted through
the internet.

What, through a website? Yeah.

A dating website? Sort of.

So, you say it was a guy?
Anthony was g*y, then?

An-THON-y. And yes, he was.

So, this was a, erm,
a g*y dating website?

Sort of a g*y escort site.

So he was a male escort, then?

No, student. Like me.

It was just something he did
now and then.

I see.

There was nothing sleazy about Anth.

He was lovely.

Mm-hm.

So what do you think happened
to him?

Do you think he was mugged
or robbed or...?

He had no money on him when he was
found. Or phone.

Well, I can give you his
phone number.

You could get his records etc,
get info on this Joe Dean.

Anthony showed us a picture of him.

Bet you'd find it on there too.
His whole life was on that.

I mean, it's not for me
to tell you your job or anything,

but do you think he could
have been drugged? Did he do drugs?

Not really. Maybe the odd line
of coke.

No, those are just poppers.

Loads of people take those
before a night out.

Here.

Presume his mum and dad have been
told?

Yeah, that's in hand.

Could you ask his dad to call me?

Why?

Anthony never told him he was g*y.

Better he hears it from me than you.

Jeez, this heat!

Oh, I love it here,
but I couldn't live here.

I bloody could. And I did.

Then I'm in love
with mad English lady,

she takes me to her country
where it rains dogs every day.

Cats and dogs, sweetheart.

Shower, c*ck, dinner?

You go bathroom first,
or we be here all night. Hey!

I smoke outside.

PHONE CHIMES

MULTIPLE PHONE ALERTS

Bloody hell.

Hello? Paul. Mam?

What's going on?
I've had all these messages.

It's Anthony.

The police have been round.

He's dead.

What? What do you mean, dead?

They found him. They found him dead.

I can't talk about it, Mam.

I'll tell Kate to ring you.
Oh, Jesus.

LAUGHTER

Love you too.

Sarah?

DOOR OPENS

Mam. Oh, love. Come here.

I still can't take it in, Mam.

Me neither.

I've got that number they gave me.

It's for Barking police.

Oh, er...

I'll go give them a call.

Barking and Dagenham Police. Hello?
Yes, hello?

Erm, can I speak to Detective
Sergeant O'Donnell, please?

And your name is? Sarah Sak.

What's this concerning? It's about
my son.

I see, and, er... He's dead.

I'm sorry?

He, he was... he was found dead.

Are you reporting it?

No, no, I'm not reporting it,
you're already dealing with it.

PHONE RINGS

Detective Sergeant O'Donnell.

Hi, erm, I'm, I'm calling about
Anthony Walgate.

Right. And you are? Sarah Sak.

I'm his mother. I was, I was told
to ring you for further information.

Sarah Sacks?

No, no, no, Sak. S-A-K.

OK, um, we've assigned a dedicated
Family Liaison Officer to the case.

If you can give me your number?

Trying to imagine you're on
a beach in Malibu?

All right, neighbour.

Yeah. You?
Not seen you about much lately.

Yeah, been busy.

Work and sh*t.

Yeah. Nice set of wheels over there.
Wouldn't be yours, by any chance?

Got an even nicer set inside.

What do you reckon?

Another for the collection, eh?
Impressed.

Four quid on eBay.

Bidding on another dumper truck
at the moment.

Still winning.

You're spending too much time
on there, Stephen.

Why don't we go out one night?

Like Soho or somewhere?

I was thinking here, Barking.

Who goes out in Barking?

I dunno. Some people must.

Not g*y men. There's got to be some.

You never see any twinks.

Anyway, who cares?
Let's give it a go.

You, me, night in the Barking Dog?

Easier meeting guys online,
isn't it?

LAPTOP BEEPS

Yes! One vintage dumper truck.
Mine for £6.50.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Am I speaking to Sarah Sak?
Yeah.

DC Slaymaker,
Barking and Dagenham CID.

I'm the FLO that's dealing
with Anthony Walgate's death.

It's An-thon-y.

Right. You're his mother?

Yeah. Yeah, erm...
So, so what happened to him?

He was found dead by a member of
the public last Thursday.

And you're quite sure it
was Anthony?

He had his passport on him,
we're satisfied of the likeness.

So how did he die?

Well, the, er, the initial
postmortem was inconclusive,

so we're waiting
for toxicology tests.

Toxicology test?

Do you, do you think he's been
poisoned or something?

No, no, I'm not saying that,

but it should help determine
the cause of his death.

Why? Why was he in Barking?

That's a matter
of ongoing investigation.

And when you say he was found dead,
I mean...

What do you mean,
was he just lying there?

So I believe, yes. Was he injured?

There were no obvious signs
of injury.

So what,
you think he just dropped down dead?

A fit healthy, 23-year-old lad?

Look, Mrs Sak,
I understand you're very upset.

But it's important you trust us
with the necessary investigations.

So where is he now? The mortuary.

And when can I have his body back?

That's a decision for the coroner.

I'll be in touch when I have any
more information. All right?

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hi. Is that China? Speaking.

Hi. It's Tom Walgate,
Anthony's dad.

Oh, hi. I'm so sorry about Anthony.

Thanks.

The police gave me
your phone number.

Yeah. I'm glad you called.

Erm, we gave the police some
information about Anthony

and I wanted you to know
what it was.

When did he tell you?

When he was 14.

I was driving him to
a hospital appointment

and he just come out with it.
I said, "I know." He said, "How?"

I said, "Mams just sense
these things."

So everyone else knew except me,
then?

It was for Anth to tell you.

Why didn't he?

Anyway, what about this Joe Dean?

China's sure it was a false name.

But Anthony showed her
a picture of him on his phone.

She's told the police all this,

but she's worried they're not
going to follow it up properly.

She thought with us being parents,
we can insist that they do.

Of course. But you'd think the
police would have told us.

I mean, Jesus,
it's like we're bloody irrelevant.

Gabriel?

Hey.

Good to meet you. Take a seat.

RUCKSACK THUDS

That's what I call a rucksack.

Everything I own.

So how...

How long have you been here?

Few weeks.

Why London?

Best city in the world.

To be g*y, you mean?

So they say.

Well, having travelled
a fair bit,

I would say that's true.

I have a job at a deli in Richmond.

The guy who owns it doesn't like
me,

don't even give me packet
of potato chips.

Don't pay me yet either. Why not?
Cos no bank account.

So, erm, where have you been
staying?

Hostel. Isle of Dogs.

Well, like I said when, er,
when we messaged...

I have a spare room. I mean,
I know it was a dating website,

but I think we both already realise

we're not exactly
going to be leaping into bed.

You don't mind?
I'm old enough to be your dad.

I'd planned to take in a refugee
anyway.

So if you want it...

I pay you rent.

OK. Say... £50 a week?

That's cheap.

Well, my flat's a bit of a tip.
I'm doing it up.

Let's just give it a couple of weeks
and see how it goes.

You all right? Hi, Jean.

PHONE RINGS

This is DC Slaymaker's voicemail.
Sorry, I can't take your call,

please leave a message after
the tone and I'll get back to you.

Hello, this is Sarah Sak.

Look, I want to know what's going on
with the investigation.

And when I can get my son's
body back?

I mean, do I need to come down there
and get it or what?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

China. Hi, love,
it's Anthony's mam.

Oh, hiya.

Look, you heard anything
from the police?

Er, no, have you?

Not a thing.

They've given us this
Family Liaison Officer,

but I can never get hold of him.

All I know is what you told
Anthony's dad

about him going to meet this Joe
Dean he'd met off the internet.

Right, yeah.

Well, surely they can track this
guy down?

Yeah, you'd think so. I was thinking
if they haven't got his phone,

maybe they could get him
from the dating website.

Do you know what it's called?

Erm...

Sleepyboys, I think.

And, erm...

And did Anthony use his own name?

No, he called himself Ryan.

OK, love.

Thanks. Bye.

To find out he was doing that
with a total stranger for money...

Yeah, but he had money, though,
didn't he?

With his student loan.

His dad used to give him a hundred
every month.

Yeah, I was always subbing him.
So was Sami.

And you know what he was like about
his personal hygiene.

He wouldn't get in
a bath without bleaching it

because other people's arses
had been in there.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Sarah Sak? I've been trying
to get hold of you all week.

Is there any news?

Not really. Enquiries are ongoing.

What about this Joe Dean?
Have you tracked him down yet?

I can't discuss
operational matters.

Look, I don't know if you're trying
to protect me, but I know,

I know why Anthony was meeting
that guy.

And you know what,
I don't give a sh*t.

I don't want to get into a
discussion of Anthony's lifestyle...

It's An-thon-y! And what about
those toxicology results?

We haven't got them. Er, the coroner
won't release his body till we have.

Although I should probably point out
that we found drugs in his flat.

What drugs? Er, do you mean poppers?

Poppers, because they all do them,
straight, g*y...

I'm not making any judgments about
your son being g*y.

What about this Joe Dean? He's taken
his profile off the website.

Why would he do that? Something just
seems so bloody suspicious.

Look, if my governors thought
there was anything suspicious,

I'd have been told.
It's being investigated

as an unexplained death, that's all.

Well, pull your finger out
and f*cking explain it, then!

DOOR OPENS

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, OK.

Still no wages, though.

So I take revenge.

Did you nick all that?

One night, I make us Slovakian meal.

TV: It's just nice to meet people

who take seagull
safety as seriously as I do.

LAUGHTER

Do you like this?

Sure.

You don't.

Maybe after a few more of these.

I have DVD we can watch later.

Yeah? What's that?

Revolutionary Road.

Kate Winslet.

You know it.

No, I haven't seen it.

My favourite movie.

Why?

It's about a couple trapped in
old-fashioned society, k*lling them.

Is that how it felt
for you back home?

In Slovakia, they vote against
civil partnership for gays.

And how were your family
with you... being g*y?

My dad is dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mother, brother, sister,
I mean, they love me,

but, you know,
I don't want to embarrass them.

Hmm.

So I think best I go somewhere else.

Here, a guy show love for a guy,

whether there is sex or no,
no-one minds.

You're a good man.

PHONE PINGS

"He hated you, mate,
and couldn't tell you he was g*y.

"Just took the money.

"The hundred every month just gave
him drug money."

Anth didn't do drugs.

I know, I texted back and said that.

And then I gets this.

"He told me he never felt loved by
you

"or the slag that was his mum,

"just married a Turk,
didn't give a f*ck about him.

"He was screwed up by you."

I told that liaison officer,
Slaymaker.

He's asked me to forward
them to him.

Yeah, well, it's not true, is it,
any of it.

Me and Anth couldn't have been
any closer.

And to say that we screwed him up...

I know.
I can't get it out of my head.

Did he ever mention a Dan to you?

No. No, me neither.

Don't ring any bells with China
and Kiera either. So who is it?

Look, I've no f*cking idea, Tom,
and I can't handle this right now.

I mean, is it some random nutter

or does he know how Anth died?
Or maybe it's this Joe Dean?

I don't know, Tom, all right?
I don't f*cking know.

Just leave me be, will you?

You're not the only one
that's hurting over this, Sarah.

Scarf? What?

Well, we said
that you'd get Mam a scarf.

Sarah. Sarah?

Oh, God, I wish Tom had never told
me about them text messages.

Well, don't beat yourself up.
But they're lies.

They're just all vicious, horrible
lies. Yeah, you both know that.

I mean, how could somebody put that
in my head?

Telling me I don't know my own son
any more. It's rubbish.

I thought I knew him. Well, maybe
I didn't. Don't even think that.

I just can't help it.
And I still can't get that.

I can't get my head around him,
doing all that...

All that for money.

It's the thought of him doing that.
Selling himself.

Come on, now,
don't get yourself worked up.

And who is this Joe Dean?
I mean, who is he?

Why haven't they found him
and asked him what he knows?

All right, love,
why don't we go and get a coffee?

I don't want a f*cking coffee, Kate!
I just want to know where my son is.

I just want to know.

I just want to know
what's happened to my son.

That's all I want!

I want my lad back.

We just wanted to clarify
a few matters with you.

Does the name Joe Dean mean anything
to you, Stephen?

I'm not sure.

We've reason to believe

it's a name that you used on
a g*y escort site.

Is that the case?

Yeah, possibly,
now I think about it.

We have reason to believe that
you met a man on that site

on the evening
of Tuesday 17th June,

for the purpose of having sex.

Is that correct?

Yeah, possibly.

Who was that person, Stephen?

Er... trying to remember.

Was it the same young man

you say you found outside in the
early hours of Thursday 19th June?

No. It wasn't him.

Now, the name of the young man
that was found outside your flat

was Anthony Walgate.

What was the young man you met
on the Tuesday night called?

Er... I think his name was Anthony.

You see, you're asking us to believe

a very big coincidence here,
Stephen,

that the man you had sex with

and the dead man outside your flat
have the same name.

Now, I put it to you
that they are the same person.

I already said they weren't.
And I'm asking you again

because I'm not convinced
you're telling the truth.

Did something happen that you're not
telling us about, Stephen?

No. But, erm...

But what?

Can I just ask for the scenario?

If it was an accident,
if he had a fit in my place

and somehow ended up there,

would that be my fault?

Why do you ask that?

If it was something
that didn't happen?

Stephen?

I panicked.
I thought I'd get the blame.

For what?

We met up, like I said.

We'd agreed I would pay him 800 quid

but I didn't have that much money
on me,

so we settled on 200.

Went back to my place.

He asked me if I minded him taking
a drug

cos he wanted to get high and horny.

I said, fine.

Got some stuff out of a brown
bottle.

Mixed it with water,
swallowed it. Got quite hyper.

We had sex for a bit and, er,
he took some more.

Had sex again.

Er, then he was sick,

like he wasn't used to the drug.

And he said he felt tired, so, er,

I suggested he go to bed
and, erm, I got...

I got in with him. And, erm,

when I got up in the morning
to go to work,

he was still asleep.

I thought he'd be gone by
the time I got back that night

but he was, he was still there.

And, er, I tried to wake him up.
Couldn't.

But I didn't think too much
about it, you know,

because, you know, I know that drugs
can take a while to wear off.

So what did you do then?

Bits and pieces.

Um, then I... went to bed.

But in the middle of the night I
touched him and, er,

it seemed like he was in a deep
coma.

Well, that was when I panicked.

Cos I thought if people found him
like that in my bed,

they'd think I'd m*rder*d him
or something.

So I moved him outside.

Was he dead when you moved him?

No.

Didn't think so, no.

You should have told us this
at the time.

You realise that it's a serious
offence,

giving a misleading
statement to the police?

He's been charged with
perverting the course of justice

and bailed. Could be six months
before it gets to trial.

Upstairs'll be glad it's done
and dusted.

Someone will need to put
the mother in the picture.

Bloke's a time-waster.

He's probably sat out now
with his feet up.

Only spag bol, I'm afraid.

Spag bol is great.

John? Mmm.

I find another place.

Another place to stay.

Why?

You said two weeks.

It's nearly six.
And you go for holiday next week.

Is it because you want to meet guys

and you feel like you can't bring
them back here?

OK.

Fair enough.

So, um, sorry when you say you've
found somewhere else...

On Couchsurfing website.

Guy in Barking.

And he's got a spare room, or...?

No. Just a sofa.

How much rent does he want?

£100.

That's double what you're
paying me.

Oh, it's OK,
now I'm getting paid wages,

thanks to you sorting out
bank account for me.

Just so long as you don't feel
I'm pressurising you to move on?

It's cool, honestly.

We stay friends, yeah?

Yeah.

I know it must seem strange,

us coming to see an MP about all
this.

But she's absolutely desperate.

And this family liaison officer
hasn't been up to see you?

I don't even know
what he looks like.

And where is Anthony now?

In a mortuary, down there.

Why haven't you been able
to bring him home?

They say they're still doing
toxicology tests.

Could be months before we get
him home and have a funeral.

It all just feels so wrong.

Me not knowing what's happened
to Anthony,

the police not telling me
what's going on.

Well, Sarah,

I think your concerns are
completely understandable.

I will speak to the Chief Constable
here in Hull and I will ask him

to chase this
up as a matter of urgency.

Thank you.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

All right, neighbour?
Just me and my couch surfer.

Ah, you're Gabriel?
Stephen was telling me about you.

Hi. Hi. You want to see the girls,
I believe?

Yes, please. Come in.

Wow!

You like chickens?

Yeah, usually with
side order of fries.

Oh, no, these two will never
be eaten, will you, my darlings?

Um, that one's Izzy,
and that's Ginger.

And they make eggs?

And mountains of sh*t.

Coffee?

So, art's your thing?

Yeah. I like sketching.

Maybe I'll find an art course
to take.

Or look for work as a translator.

So still finding your feet at
the moment, then?

Yeah. Well, Barking's definitely not
the centre of g*y civilisation,

is it, Stephen? You can
say that again.

TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

QUIETLY: Hey, how's it going
with Stephen?

He's... strange guy.

Yeah, Stephen is a bit quirky,
but he's harmless enough.

HE WHISPERS: That's what I thought
first.

But...

..he's really strange.

TV SHOW CONTINUES

Has he... tried to come on to you?

Because if he has
and you're not interested,

you just make that very clear.

I know that.

Not easy.

Here, with you, he's OK.

When I'm on my own with him...

..he's different.

I don't like him.

TOY ADVERT PLAYS ON TV

Look, if you're not happy at his
place,

you are very welcome to stay here.

What's your mobile?

# ..all under one roof... #

PHONE PINGS

Right, you've got mine.
The offer's open, OK?

New range of Transformers
in Toys 'R' Us.

Die-cast metal. Stunning.

SEAGULLS CRY

Hello, ladies. There we are.

LAPTOP CHIMES

PHONE PINGS

Good lad.

Off you go, Ness. Go on.

DOORBELL RINGS

You weren't in a relationship
with him, as such?

No.

No, we're just good friends.

I mean,
I helped him out with a few things.

I set up a bank account
using this address.

Yeah, that's how we traced him
back here.

Can you tell me the circumstances?

Well, this is being dealt
with by Barking and Dagenham,

so we only know what they've told
us,

which is just that his body was
found in a graveyard in Barking.

A graveyard? It's being treated
as an unexplained death.

All right, neighbour?

Yeah, OK.

Been meaning to get in touch,
actually. Had a bit of bad news.

What?

That Gabriel.

What?

He's dead.

No!

I know. I couldn't believe it.

But... no, you said he'd gone off
to be with some guy.

Must have been bollocks.

Went back to Slovakia.
Cos he was sick, apparently.

Got back there

and went into some kind of medical
crisis and just died.

God, you're kidding?

I knew there was something
he wasn't telling me.

Must have had a virus or something.

Jesus, poor kid.
So how did you find out?

Some guy who knew him got in touch.

He said, don't go posting about it
on Facebook or whatever.

Why?

Gabriel's family will be devastated.

Last thing they need is people
going on about it on social media.

Oh, no. No, I won't. Obviously.

This is DC Slaymaker's voicemail,

I am sorry I can't take...
Voicemail again.

Well, say something.

What is there to say?

Anything. Anything at all.

You don't talk,
you don't even mention Anthony.

What do you want me to do?
Bawl my eyes out?

Or swallow fistfuls
of these things like you?

Nothing's gonna bring him back,
is it?

But we could still talk about him.

It's not normal, trying to act as
if it hasn't happened.

What's normal about any of this,
for f*ck's sake? Nothing!

You don't have to tell me that,
Paul.

It wouldn't have happened
if it hadn't been for you!

What do you mean?

If he'd have stayed here in Hull,
he'd still be alive, wouldn't he?

No. He...

Anthony couldn't be himself in Hull.

He was forever saying that,
wasn't he?

You should have stopped him.
I couldn't.

That's all he ever wanted.
He wanted to go to London.

Yeah, and look what's happened.

DOOR SLAMS

DC Slaymaker. It's Sarah Sak.

I was about to ring you.
Why have you done this?

Done what?
Complained to your MP.

Because I didn't know what else
to do. You don't answer my calls.

That's not true. You don't tell me
anything. I tell...

I don't know what investigations are
going on...

I tell you as much as I'm able to.

When I'm going to get Anthony home,
or his clothes, or belongings.

I mean, I'm sat in here,
in middle of f*cking Hull,

in a big fat silence,
not knowing anything except...

I think my son's been m*rder*d.

What? You can't start saying that.
I can and I will.

If there was any evidence of that,
I'd have been told.

Well, there's been that other lad
found, hasn't there, in Barking?

In the graveyard. There is nothing
whatsoever

to connect what happened to your son
to any other death, Mrs Sak.

If there was, my governor would have
told us. But to go to your MP

and tell him you want another
Family Liaison Officer.

Yeah, well, you're neither use
nor ornament, are you?

I mean, have you even done
the job before?

As it happens, no.
But I've done the training.

You've put me in
a very difficult position.

Well, what about my f*cking
position, eh?

I appreciate you're distressed.
No, you don't.

You don't have the
first bloody clue about my distress.

I suggest we end this call
and speak when you've calmed down.

I want answers! I'm going to end
this call, Mrs Sak.

Don't you f*cking dare! I'll
speak to you when you're calmer.